At the border of Yanzhou, a large field of crows swept over the crowd.

Hearing the crow's noisy cry, people threw clods of earth and stones over - these people were all former residents of Yanzhou City, and they lived their lives on weekdays, although they also knew that there had been friction between Da Chen and Mobei for a long time, but they never thought that war would suddenly break out.

Then they were displaced.

Maybe this is war, and war never brings anything good. At least for them, the common people, war means uprooting, it means losing everything - of course, these Yanzhou people also know that those grassland people are afraid that they have begun to power their homeland, and what they have lost will also be looted by those grassland people.

This is their understanding of war, which is far more chaotic than natural disasters.

It was precisely because of this that they looked at the crow's gaze and became a little more irritated.

"Quack—"

The crow that was hit by the stone screamed and hurriedly continued to fly into the distance.

Skimming over the deserted villages and flying over the tattered Ziyang Mountain, the crows fell into Yanzhou City one after another.

And in this ruined Yanzhou City, there are more crows, pecking at the broken corpses on the ground.

These corpses were the elite of the Mobei royal court, first-class warriors, and under the orders of the Khan, they traveled to the south to prepare for a huge war - and on the way here, they had also thought about what this war would bring them, such as wealth, merit, status, and everything they could imagine.

But the war brought them only death.

They had not gained anything but death, and now they were not only losing their lives, but even the remaining flesh and blood on their bodies had been pecked by those crows.

The only happy ones are probably the crows, they haven't eaten so much in a while, and the last time it was in Jizhou, further north - of course, the crows don't remember the name of the place, but they at least remember that there was another big monster bird that was also devouring the carcass, so they didn't eat as much as this time.

So it's been so long, that big monster bird should have flown away, right?

If it were past now, maybe I could eat more.

"Quack—"

Following the direction of the food, the crows flapped their wings and flew to Jizhou in the north.

Although Jizhou is not far from Yanzhou, most of the crows are still left behind, some of them fly back to Yanzhou City, and some simply fly to the countryside to try their luck. Only a handful of crows, with their dedication to food, made their way north, through hills and rivers, through woods and paths, to this desolate land known as thistle.

Then, several golden eagles swooped down from the sky and killed the crows clean.

The meat of the crows, the golden eagles are too lazy to eat, the reason why these golden eagles will kill the killer is purely because these crows are not pleasing to the eye - after all, the airspace here is their territory, and the crows are a little too noisy.

Of course, none of these reasons matter, anyway, it's just a few crows, and if you kill them, you will kill them.

After a little killing activity, the golden eagles continued to fly north, and the mountains and rivers passed under their wings, and some of the shepherds on the ground saw the shadow of the golden eagle, and they were so frightened that they quickly knelt down and begged the noble golden eagle not to take away their lambs.

Fortunately, these ridiculously large golden eagles did not mean to prey this time, they just flapped their wings and flew all the way over the heads of these herders. They flew all the way over the yurts, over the camps, over the steppe armor, over the stubborn armies.

It wasn't until they flew into a gorgeous tent that the golden eagles landed in front of the throne in the center of the tent, pecking at the fresh raw meat on the ground.

"Good boy, really good boy......"

A fat man was stroking the heads of these golden eagles as he raised his head and looked at the figure kneeling in front of the throne.

"So what did you just say? The children flapped their wings so loudly that I couldn't hear them. ”

"Great Khan! When is it? You're still addicted to these playthings! ”

The old figure kneeling on the ground looked sad and indignant.

"Why go to war at this time! Why go and fight those southerners! What war can bring us! What can it bring to the prairie people! ”

"Uh-huh, you go on, I'll listen."

The fat man nodded again and again, but he was still feeding those huge golden eagles in his hands.

"And then? Go on? ”

"Great Khan! Did you hear it? ”

Seeing that the fat man in front of him was still like this, the old figure kneeling on the ground couldn't help but cry.

"Fake! It's all fake! It's not time to go south! That Nanren National Teacher killed our warriors! He has his own calculations! So much money and food, so many soldiers, obviously so many people can survive, but because of this hellish war......"

"I know."

“…… Yes? ”

The minister kneeling on the ground looked up in shock, he couldn't believe what he had heard.

Their Great Khan, actually said he knew?

Their Great Khan really knows all this?

"Why do you think I don't know?"

The fat man wiped his hands, and then looked at the minister kneeling on the ground with a puzzled expression.

"I personally appointed the national teacher, and I naturally know that he has careful thoughts, or rather, who doesn't have their own careful thoughts? This kind of thing doesn't matter, as long as he's willing to fight, it's all indifferent......"

"What about the money? What about the warriors? What about the lives of those who died on the battlefield? Doesn't that matter? ”

Hearing this fat man actually say this, the old minister who was kneeling on the ground was dumbfounded.

"What can war bring us? Why do we have to fight this battle that costs people and money? If we need to save the lives of the herders so that the grassland people can survive in the cold winter, then wouldn't it be good for us to use the money and grain to build our homes? Isn't it good for us to use the manpower of the war to run Mobei? Why do you have to ......"

Speaking of this, the old minister was suddenly stunned.

Seeing that he had reached such a point, the fat man in front of him was still smiling, and the old minister realized that the reason for this war was definitely not what he had just said.

Those things are just external rhetoric, just high-sounding excuses.

But what really prompted the khan to choose war was something, even more inexplicable.

"This faint gentleman ......"

The old minister, who realized something, raised his hand and pointed to the fat man on the throne with a trembling voice.

"You faint king!"

Boom!

The heavy spear smashed his head as easily as a cucumber.

"Speak well, why do you have to scold?"

Shaking his head, the fat man casually thrust the blood-glittering spear back into the throne behind him.

"What can war bring us? Do you need to ask this kind of thing? ”

Under the reflection of the firelight, the huge shadow of the fat man shrouded the corpse on the ground that was being pecked by the golden eagles, and even shrouded the entire big tent.

"Of course, it's because war brings us happiness."

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Although I wrote a summary, I thought about it, it's a bit too mother-in-law, it's not so much useless, it's better to add more.

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